A while ago, a woman, and after reading Aroos Amman, sent me a letter on Facebook, telling me her story of being tricked into a fake marriage with a gay man who soon left her. She said that she felt like both Laila and Salma in the book for what she went through in her marriage and now what she is going through fearing of ending up alone for the rest of her life.

Today, a gay man replied to that post under the nickname Aziz. He is giving a similar account to Ali in the book. He has been married for five years now and feeling horrible for not being able to give his wife what she needs. He was driven to take this move by family expectations, social pressure and religious fears.

I leave you to read his words, but I wonder, till when are we going to push people into fake relationships? ones that defy their nature? Isn’t it about time to spread a decent sexuality education in our schools?

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Does optimism grow in people’s minds when it proves to be a good approach to life? It may have been the Secret’s law of attraction that have been bringing blessings to my life in the past few years, with a positive attitude towards life. Or, it may be a stronger tainted sense of optimism that grew inside me to color many little things happening in my life as blessings. I have reached to a point where I can no longer see boundaries that would limit my ambition or capabilities. A sense of confidence that if I really want something in this life, I can make it happen one day. The formula is simple, patience, persistence, positivity and time!

While I have some short term goals set for me like having my first novel Aroos Amman (Amman’s Bride) translated and published into other languages and finish writing my second novel Janna ala al Ard (Heaven on Earth). It is a life long goals that I would like to talk about here. Life long goals as in maybe goals that would be achieved in a 100 years time or so. That is something that stemmed out of writing “Heaven on Earth” and believing in the capabilities of science to cure aging. A new hope is born in me, a profound sense of empowerment that allows me to dream BIG.. real big.

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I believe that the meaning of a name does indeed have a certain effect on his/her carrier. For me, Fadi, which means the savior, has always translated into a need that grew inside of me to help other people. While being lazy has always prevented me of doing any help the requires “movement”, helping through talking to people and easing their pain through words has become something that I love to do.

Yesterday I have received a wonderful birthday gift from a wonderful person who have been very supportive for me lately. She put it in a touching story..